"Thanks, Mel," Flora calls as the final shell vanishes into the tangled dockline below. She leans out from the Sugartide’s helm, wind teasing her curls into soft chaos, her expression warm despite the frayed edges of the day. "I’ve got some snacks, drinks—actual food that isn’t salted or pickled, if you’re into that—set up back on the beach. But no pressure." A shrug lifts one shoulder, casual and honest. "If you’re over it, I get it."
She gives a sharp whistle to call Spice back, the little white dragon veering into a corkscrew that leaves feathers tumbling through the air. Sila can follow or not.
The Sugartide banks inland, catching a thermal as they arc away from the harbour’s snarled tangle of shouting and salt. Below, the sweep of Torchline’s beach glows with the last gold light of the day, and Flora angles the ship to skim low. There’s a makeshift base nestled in the dunes: crates stacked with gear, a cooler tucked into the shade, a few worn cushions tossed lazily in a half-circle near a firepit that hasn’t been lit yet. Nothing official. Just a place to sit and bitch about having to deposit shells around the coastline again, should anyone care to.
If Jack or Hadama opt simply to appear and call out that their baskets are empty, she'll be fine with it. It isn't the first time she's roped them into this task, but gods willing, it'll be the last.
8/8
Report back to Flora and either stick around for some food or fuck off!
Last person to post please end this xD
She gives a sharp whistle to call Spice back, the little white dragon veering into a corkscrew that leaves feathers tumbling through the air. Sila can follow or not.
The Sugartide banks inland, catching a thermal as they arc away from the harbour’s snarled tangle of shouting and salt. Below, the sweep of Torchline’s beach glows with the last gold light of the day, and Flora angles the ship to skim low. There’s a makeshift base nestled in the dunes: crates stacked with gear, a cooler tucked into the shade, a few worn cushions tossed lazily in a half-circle near a firepit that hasn’t been lit yet. Nothing official. Just a place to sit and bitch about having to deposit shells around the coastline again, should anyone care to.
If Jack or Hadama opt simply to appear and call out that their baskets are empty, she'll be fine with it. It isn't the first time she's roped them into this task, but gods willing, it'll be the last.
8/8
Report back to Flora and either stick around for some food or fuck off!
Last person to post please end this xD
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